Having to deal with the everyday struggle of hearing myself talk was heartbreaking enough. Hearing my voice from a creature monstrous and abominable was revolting in all manner possible.
I had no desire whatsoever to rest until I killed this endearing creature. It giggled right before my eyes, obviously enjoying the annoyance that was climbing my face.
"I guess we’ll find out." It said the sa thing again in my voice and laughed again, still latched onto , seeming to have all the ti in the world rather than throwing its long tongue at and trying to destroy .
I frowned, and sohow that single inaction sent so information straight into my head. I could sense it. Sothing was wrong.
The Spirit Beast was terrifying because it could mimic, but that wasn’t the only thing that scared the shit out of . What truly did was how almost flawlessly it had acted out Nisha. If it weren’t for the inconsistencies, the way she’d kept hurrying forward when the real Nisha’s disposition towards danger was usually calm and carefree, the fixation on the ass, and a dozen other small things that just felt wrong, I probably wouldn’t have known that this wasn’t Nisha at all.
And that alone placed this creature far above every Primal tier Spirit Beast I had ever faced in my life. This Chaleon had intelligence, and that made suspect it was a very high level Spirit Beast.
’This is sad.’
It was going to be a grueling battle indeed, but the bastard was not attacking and rely taunting .
’It probably thinks I’m so dumb, I can’t see the fact that it’s hesitating and using its unsettling antics to keep distracted.’
This brought to the conclusion that this bastard was delaying intentionally and trying to buy ti.
’Ti for what, I wonder...’
Whatever it was, it was evident enough that I couldn’t just stand around and wait to find out. Aside from the fact that I needed to hurry up and find Nisha, I was thinking that whatever delay could make a beast this smart and advanced depend on tactics most likely had to be my huge chance at defeating it. Otherwise, things might get really ugly for .
I stood there watching the abomination and it still stayed on the tree, muttering the sa thing and giggling.
"I guess we’ll find out. Hehehehe..." The laughter of course sounded nothing like . My laughter flows in a very much demure and elegant manner, granted I can’t even rember the last ti I laughed with sincerity.
When I saw that the bastard was just repeating patterns without moving, staying latched to the white wood like it had all the patience in the world, I finally exhaled and commanded my legs to be stronger and faster.
As I did, I gained a small amount of vigor, then dashed forward, my brain already working overti to seek a sure way for to win this battle.
First of all, I could not carelessly spread my flas about, in order to preserve my essence. And even though my entire body was hurting and I should be sowhere right now receiving treatnt, or at the very least, so really nice nurse telling they want to make feel good and take away all this unfair pain.
’I really have seen better days huh...’
When the tis were still kind to , only a punch had sent to an office and taken away my virginity in the end. But here I was... dying, and still nothing.
My sword finally found purchase, but just as I reached the abomination, it flew off the tree and latched onto another, and my blade bit into bark instead. The impact shuddered up through my hand.
"I guess we’ll find out." The bastard said, and giggled eerily.
While it was my voice, it was starting to irritate .
It continued to giggle on the new tree it latched itself onto, and I slowly turned towards it, let it see that there was nothing funny about its laughter. Not that I expected it to work.
I shot at it again, leaping through the air, but the bastard leaped even higher, flying upward on the sa tree and still saying the sa eerie words to . As it reached the upper branches, it lashed its tail down towards . I rolled away and sprang to my feet, but the tail was already coming again, and it seed longer than I last rembered.
I caught the tail against the flat of my blade. The force was ferocious, threatening to throw off my feet, but my legs held strong, rooted into the ground beneath . I staggered to the side when the force diminished and quickly righted myself, gathering a spin and swinging my sword as the tongue flew right at .
This ti I ca with stronger montum thanks to the spin, and my sword bit into its tongue and severed the edge cleanly.
A dark and eerie cry tore loose from the throat of the abomination, and I chuckled in satisfaction.
"Yea, that’s more like it. Now, you’re beginning to act more like yourself."
The creature’s eerie cry faded into a wet, rasping gurgle. Dark ichor dripped from the severed edge of its tongue and spattered across the white bark below.
For the first ti since this fight began, the Chaleon stopped giggling.
Its body shifted colors rapidly, cycling through hues I had no na for, before settling on a deep mottled white that blended almost perfectly with the white trees. Only its eyes remained visible. Two pale, unblinking slits fixed directly on .
"There you go," I said, adjusting my grip on the sword. My fingers were slick and whether it was blood or sweat, it didn’t matter.
The creature glared at with death in its eyes and lunged.
The difference was imdiate. Where before it had been content to latch onto trees and taunt from safety, now it ca down like sothing unhinged. Its remaining tongue snapped toward my chest and I barely twisted aside, feeling the air displacent against my ribs. The tongue cratered the ground where I’d stood, punching through compacted earth and root with a sound like fracturing bone.
I didn’t have ti to thank my stars for dodging in ti. Its tail swept in a wide arc from the other direction and I threw myself forward into a roll, feeling it whip over my back close enough to tug at my clothes. I ca up swinging, but the Chaleon was already gone, launched back into the canopy with a speed that made its previous movents look leisurely.
I chuckled and looked up.
"Ah! Finally, did I beat so motivation into you?!"
’This bastard, so this is how you look when you try.’
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